Pregnant

Little old lady

As my highly annoying and irritating alarm went off, I turned it off as soon as I could before it could wake Niall.

I fought with myself whether to get up or stay in the warmth of my bed, unfortunately I really only had one choice.

It became even harder to get up as I heard the wind howl and the rain beat against the window.

I glanced at Niall peacefully sleeping, whilst I am up at five in the morning, jealously flowed in my veins.

I got a quick shower and I admired how long my hair had become and how thick and soft it was.

After drying my hair, I was now onto the highly anticipated job of eating food. I am starving and this baby is like it's mother and father when it comes to food.

I looked at the supply of food and decided on getting a McDonalds instead.

I went into my walk-in wardrobe and I stuck on leggings, an oversized jumper and my green army coat and heeled boots which Niall will kill me for wearing.

I could not be bothered doing my hair or makeup so I let my hair hang loose plus it will all be done later.

I hate work.

I really love it, I have one of the worlds best jobs but I am just pregnant and tired and we have a week to think of how we are going public.

Management was not overly happy about me being pregnant but they understand, I then told Kelly my manager who could not make the meeting and then we informed security so they will keep a closer eye on me which is annoying because I am pregnant, not dying.

Niall,

I didn't know if you remembered so I'm going to work today, I won't be home until about half four. I love you and don't forget to do the laundry and unload the dishwasher.

Avery x

I set Niall's note in the kitchen, somewhere I know he will go.

I 'borrowed' Niall Range Rover and drove to McDonalds, ordering two bags full of food which resulted in me getting very dirty looks from the workers.

It was half an hours drive to the studio where we were filming and shooting today.

I was doing a commercial for Mac makeup then doing a photo shoot.

I began to get a headache at about half nine, I was ready to bust out of my clothes at quarter to ten. I had to stop filming about seven times so I could go pee which annoyed everyone who was uninformed to the news of me being pregnant, which was everyone.

We took a break at half twelve for lunch, I rang Niall to just talked to him because I did not get to talk to him this the morning.

After demolishing two sandwiches, two chocolate bars, some pasta with bacon and ham and a banana just to be healthy I heard someone in costume say 'no wonder her clothes are tight, she eats like a pig'.

At that point I was ready to slap the girl until my hand print was permanently marked on her face then, go cry.

I got some pain relief for my headache and we went right back into work.

By two I was contemplating whether or not to just lye down on the floor and sleep.

"You're not making my life very easy right now are you?" Camilla my makeup artist for the day joked, I half heartily smiled back at her but on the inside I was giving her the finger.

By the time four had come I was in so much discomfort in my clothes, my head was throbbing, I was ready to sleep for a week, I had visited the toilet roughly about fifteen times and I wanted to beat the shit out of a lot of people.